[Verse 2: Mr. Porter]I got it figure out now nigga
See, my minds on my money right here
And no one stopping how getting itAnd Heinz should never left when I was Living
And probably wouldn't be getting pressed by all these women
And then again, I wouldn’t rap the ones I was diggin'
So annihilate the looking, and talking alot about the hood; Kim'n, Kim'n
Uh, So selena wheels, just like my dad talks about more John Dick'n
This girl talkin' how she pregrent, she crazy, so later I crushed that ho, and left baby
And never trust her, no shit! Even she specialize in massaging on my testicles
And I never trust her, a whole lot, even on the first date, she basically get her mouth rimmed
And turn around and ask me for a kiss, no bitch I’m straight
And I never really get concerned how my own dick tastes
I think I’m about to slip on my swag juice
I think I’m about to slip on your swag juice
(Oh, no! No! Don’t slip on your swag juice)
Ye, ye! I think I’m about to slip on my swag juice